An old mansion (1\?)

Aug 02, 2011 02:48

Working title: An old mansion
House\Chase
NC
Dis. Nothing is mine

Chapter 1

It was stormy weather, the sky was dark and the distant thunder was reaching them.
House and Chase were in the room. Chase was looking at the window, as the sharp lines of the lightnings hit the walls. Every time the light filled the room for less than a second everything looked surreal to him.
He was afraid of the storm.
Of course he was no longer a child, he was a grown up person, and he realized that there was nothing to worry about when the storm happens, that modern technology was full of all kinds of safety and protection and nothing could take place. But somewhat disturbance was rising inside his chest as the storm drew near.
They were here for a weekend. A lonesome old mansion with the moss covered walls and ivy carpets at the porch.

House was sleeping, half covered by sheets. His skin looked pale and milky color in the light of this no calm night. Chase was lying quiet next to him. He tried not to move, almost not breathing. He was counting after each time the lightning brightened the dark skies. He was waiting for something.
He woke House up and he took Chase in his arms, pressing to his chest, still not opening his eyes. House was very calm, he seemed not to care about the storm at all.
Chase pressed closer to him, burying his head into his chest hair, listening to his heartbeat, that was inaudible every time the sky was being torn apart by the lightning.
Chase's breathe fastened.
'What's up, baby?' House asked quietly, stroking his hair and getting up on his elbow.
Chase didn't answer. He was starring at the sides or the big, strange bedroom with his eyes wide open but didn't say a word.
House liked the sensation of softness of Chase's hair on his hand. It soothed him. He stroke gently down his neck, feeling nice skin there, drawing circles on his back with his gentle touches.
He felt that Chase began to be calmer. Their breathing now had the same pace.
But when the thunder rocked again, Chase would twitch a little. He slid his hands under House's lower back to hug him tighter.
House didn't want to sleep now. He was woken up in the middle of the night and the storm was still strong, so he couldn't go back to sleep.
He pressed his palm against Chase's lower back and moved it down his spine, pulling the sheet aside. He could see Chase's perfect butt, the arch of his back, his beautiful shoulders, his nice hair, his lips that he suddenly wanted to press his mouth to.
'I will teach you not to be afraid of the storm'. House said in a low voice and moved up to take Chase's face into his hands.
He was looking at him steadily, when House kissed him on the mouth; Chase stood up on his hands and moved closer to House's face.
House stroke Chase's hair and neck, drawing him near even more. He took his butt with his both hands and pressed harder to himself, parting the cheeks slightly. He kissed Chase on the neck and his collar bones.
He could feel his dick was getting harder under the sheets that were covering his thighs.
With the head of his dick through the fabric of the sheets he could feel Chase's tight balls. He rubbed against them and Chase moaned, then licked his lips and opened his mouth a little.
House took his hand with his own hand and put Chase's finger into his mouth. It was so pleasant to lick his fingers, sucking them before pulling out of his mouth.
House gripped Chase's hips and made him stand up above his face.
'Come here, baby. Yes, just like this.' he said.

chase, house, fic

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